It’s Saturday morning. I’ve got my coffee, I’m not working. I’m relaxing. Laundry is in the washer and dryer. And I’ve got all my friends here with me. What could possibly be a better way to spend a Saturday morning.

So, what do you say we all sit back, grab a coffee and …

Me too!

It was “Take Your Kids to Work Day,” so I decided to bring my five-year-old daughter along to the office. She was incredibly excited all morning, packing a little notebook and asking a million questions about what I do.

The day went surprisingly well. She colored quietly during my morning meetings, handed out high-lighters to my teammates, and devoured a slice of office pizza at lunch. But as five o’clock rolled around and we started packing up our bags to leave, her bottom lip began to tremble. Within seconds, she burst into full, dramatic tears.

Right on cue, my boss walked out of her corner office to say goodbye. Seeing her sobbing, she knelt down, put on her best, most comforting “manager voice,” and asked, “Oh sweetie, what’s wrong? Did you have a bad day?”

She wiped her eyes, looked him straight in the face, and sobbed, “I was here all day and I never got to see the Clown my mommy says she works for.”

I don’t have any words other than … WHY?

That is the question!

And that’s it. Until next time my friends. Laff until your sides hurt.